Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1299: Rather than respond, Collin held her gaze, his scowl never faltering. Matching his glare, Linsey refused to back down. A tense silence stretched between them as neither was willing to speak first. Nearly a minute passed in that awkward standstill before Linsey threw up her hands. "I don't have the energy for this," she said, exasperated. Turning to go, she had only made it a few steps when Collin's cold tone sliced through the air. "You still have the nerve to act all defiant, even after your stunt.

You're getting bolder every day." Hearing that, Linsey spun back around to face him. "I haven't done anything wrong," she argued, meeting his frosty glare head-on. It felt like Collin had been waiting to pick a fight from the moment she walked in. Without any attempt to soften his words, Collin went straight for the accusation. "Still talking back, huh? Don't think I'm clueless. You've been sneaking around at Wells Group behind my back." A heavy silence settled as his words landed, lingering in the air.

Linsey went rigid, a chill creeping up her spine as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. "Wait-how did you even find out?" she managed to ask, her voice barely steady. A smug sneer curled on Collin's lips. "There's a lot you still don't know about me," he said, his words laced with warning. Linsey was jolted by a sudden realization, her eyes widening as she demanded in disbelief, "Did you have someone follow me?" It dawned on her why she had sensed something amiss before stepping out of the house.

Considering Collin's intense need to control everything, it was unusual for him to let her leave so effortlessly. Yet, he had not only allowed it but even wished her well as she headed out. Moreover, while she was swamped with tasks at Wells Group from morning till evening, Collin hadn't reached out-not a single call or message. Everything fell into place as she realized he had arranged for someone to secretly trail her from the very beginning. Find your favorite stories at g Ɐ ln σ ν s., conn Faced with Linsey's question, Collin didn't bother denying it.

Instead, he shot back, "If you're not hiding anything, why worry about being followed?" "That's not the same thing!" Linsey snapped, her chest heaving with frustration. Collin had no interest in debating this further; there was a more pressing issue to address. He changed the subject, his face hardening like stone. "I'm giving you one final chance to be straight with me. What were you doing at Wells Group?" If he hadn't been certain she had moved on from Felix, he would have marched over to drag her away long ago. But Linsey wasn't forthcoming.

"It's not your concern," she retorted, throwing his own words in his face. "Linsey." Collin's voice deepened, his cold stare flashing with a dangerous edge. His piercing gaze unnerved her, and she could tell he was on the verge of losing his patience. Exhausted from a grueling day at the company, Linsey had no energy for a prolonged clash with him. Reluctantly, she admitted, "My coworkers said Joanna stole my role as design director, so I went to reclaim it." "Who's Joanna?" Collin's attention shifted abruptly. . . .